The Thorny knight was being haunted, or so it seemed to assume.
It was followed by an apparition of the girl he failed to protect in his first dream.
it whispered loving promises of embrace and rest.
But the thorn wouldn't rest.
He w-
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A̶̻̺̳̺̐̓̈́̇͂́͌̇͌͂̚͜ͅh̷͍̀̀̉̃͘ ̴̢̢̡͓͎͓̖̱̯͙͔̯̱̲͗͂͗̈́͗̓I̴͚̼͚̓̀̆̐͗̎̀͒́͜ ̷̢͆͑́͊͐͝ģ̴͔͍̘̼̪̤̗̄͌̈́ĕ̸̬̈́̅̀͋̀̓̔̌̄̽̚͘͝ẗ̷̨̧̧̖͍̣̘̫̭̘̱̣̉̏ ̸̬̥̊į̴͔͕̫̭̻̥͑̀̅̈́͌́͊͌̇̒͝͝͝ͅţ̴̮̣̖̤͈̯̠͓̣̠̤̼̎̽̓̄̎̋͐͌͋̏̈̓̇̉ ̸̜͖̻̆̒ṇ̷̥͍̳̗̟͕̝̹̩̥͖͓̔̓̀̆̐̚̕͜ỏ̸̟̩̞̺̂͑̾͋̃́ẃ̴̝̰̱̜̅͋̕̕͘,̷̧̡͕̗͔̬̘̂̒̓͋͂̿̀͑͐̈́̚͝͝ ̴̧̛͓̞͎̫͍̖̝̜̪̤̇̍͛̃̾h̶͎͔͙͙̫̪̽̎̽̚ȉ̴̡͇͉͉͓̻̤̼̺͔̣̣̈́̒̅̿̈́̐͝s̶̨̨̝̙̠̣̦̩̠̤͉̗̳̞͔̾͆̐͐͋ ̴̛͍̫̭͖̘̜̮̘̟̏̓͛̒̍́͐̈̌̚̕͜͝͠ͅs̷̞̈́́͗ỏ̷̯̅̀̅̂̆͂͋̊̚̕̕͝ứ̷̰̐̋̔̃̊̊̾̃̆͠l̴͚̟̘̬̜͊̎ ̶̜̅̊̉̉͆́̓̇͂̚͝a̸̢̬̫̳̞̩͕̲͗͛͂̓̄̅͑̃̚̚͘n̵̡̘̻͐͆͑͗͆̉̉̿̍̑̀́͂͘d̸̳̋͌͒ ̷̦̳͕̳̮̱̼̥͍̞̩̻̗̲̟͑̊͆̇m̵̺͓̅̏̊͐̏̑̂̀̏͝i̶̡͎̣̱̱̟̳̪̝͂̆͂́̈́̌̒̈̃̚n̶̛̠̊̀͛̅͋́͘d̵̨̧̟̗̼̮̫̰̲̝̝̪̩̗̆̒͑͜͝.̵̡̭̫̝̍̂͐̋͋̃̔̉͛̌̎̑͒͘.̶̛̼̰̖̪͖̭̪̆͛̿̈̔̅̊̒̄̀̿͑̽.̶̨̢̢͖̥̞̦̪̞͍̺͖̲̒́̐̿̿͜͜ ̷̗̬͇̣̎̀̎͝ť̵̨͕̲̻͚̹̝̩͈̾̾̃͘͝͝ḧ̵̼̤̜̝̘͖́͘ë̵̜̟̤̣̤̊́̂̋̆͐̎̈́̇̕̕͝y̷̨̨̱̥̟͇͔͎͚̻͇̹̘̅͌̀͆̈́͋͘͝͠͝͝ͅͅ'̷͙̒̊̆̆̕͘͝ŗ̷̤͎̊̿̽̈̈́͐͂̔̾̓̈͝ĕ̷͚̭̽͗̑͒͝ ̶̨͕͉̪̩̦̈́̅̿̀̑ͅṉ̸̲̲̠͓̖̺̩̤̪̻̳͍̒͂͋̃ỏ̷̡̼̣͈̠̮̪̜̓́͝t̵̢̩̜̪̲̭̼̬͊͜ ̶̡̢̻̳͓̾̄̾̎̔͐̊̀͋̽͝w̷̡̪͐̕ő̵̡̪̟͈̝̳͗̌̇͛́̾̈́̋́r̵̛̟͈͉̘̿̌̋͂̄̄̐̓͒͝k̶̨̪̠̠̙̩̙̜̪͈͆͋ͅͅȋ̶̡̛͉̙͙̠͕̠̱̤̤̝̭̮͇̏̈̓̈́̓̊̆̅̉͗̈n̸̝̯̹̻̱̹̗͎̳̝̠̰͚̾̒͒͑͗́̋̌̃͜g̴̥̹̹͔͈͇͓̖͕̩̲͓̭̪͛ͅ!̸̢̬̹͙̳̫͓̥̟̟̠͉̫̀̎̅͐̍̅̈́̿͊́̎͝ ̴̝̯̜̞̦̌̉̐̾̌͜.̴̛̳̏̿̾̓̈́̔͒́̇͠͝.̸̪̳̙͕̲̥́́̐͊͆̾̉̓̋̇̄͜͝͝.̶̛̻̘̙̞̗̣͙̐̉̌͒͗̈́̓̈̌͛͐̈́́̚ ̵̢̜̟̥̥̬͈̟̔̓̅͒̏̔́͂̚Ḩ̶̨͚͎͍̀̄͗̓̏́̊o̴̱̪̬̗̱̜̦͠ẁ̴̬̝̫̼̕͜ ̸̨͙̜͙̬͈̘͉̮̤̑͘c̵̡̣̗̙͔̭̻̭̗̮͙̤̫͙̣̋͗̓ǫ̸̨̧̬̹̰̟͙̔̄̓̂̋͊̚̕͜͝͠ú̷̧̢̢̲̝̩͈̲͍̜͈̄̉l̸͖̙̞̘͐͒̆͛̈̄d̷̘̈́̒̀̓̏͐̽̕ ̶̢̡̢̛̱̞̯̟̮͖̘͉̞̾̔͊̈́̔̊̈̂͜͜Ĩ̴̛̤̒̃̈́̐́̍͐̆̚͘ ̶̣̯̟̟̱̿̏̕b̵̧̨͕̻̬̹͖̥̔͆͌͂͐̒͝ͅḛ̷̺̻̱̖̣͈̱̬̙̗̦̍͊́̀͌̈̈́̇̒̊͊̔̇͘ ̷̛̻͈̼͕̈͗͊̚s̸̯͖̘̽͛ǫ̷͚̹̼̮̱̜͒̒̅̓ ̸̢̳͈͖̃̅͊̓b̷̛͖̣̯͉̝̗͓̝̹͙͓̍̃̾̏͐́͒̑͘͝l̵̢̩̗̮̾͐͠i̷̧̛̛̜͖͓̠̼̹̞̳͈͈̹̋̄̓͜ņ̷̡̧̮̬̞͚̜̞̅̇̀ͅͅͅd̷̹̥͍͕̞̃̽̈͊̑̄͛̔̏̔͘ͅ?̵̤̜̯̱̩͂̓͝ͅ
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The thorny knight wailed in pain, the worst of headaches the worst of migraines, the worst of all head pains imaginable by the loathsome knight could ever experience followed by the force usage of essence it didn't even know how to manually control, be expanded and then forced through and fro like a terrible knitter.
His mind and soul were corded and even if they were still in separate locations they were now attached.
he couldn't believe it…
mainly because he wasn't a thinking individual anymore.
He was diving into obscurity inwards of its own madness, that had never been truly activated until now.
the thorny knight had what looks to be a seizure, he convulsed on the floor of sand.
until finally.
how unnoticed nobody knows but hours later he rose mindless…
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Within the embrace of corruption a thoughtless being corruption of origin lays deep within slumber inside their own sea of soul, the inky black and reverberating dome enclosure laying over like the sky.
the being had enough.
He decided to become corrupted with true benevolence.
If he had to extinguish the flame.
He'd extinguish the shadow first, and foremost.
in fact if one can't exist without the other…
Then getting rid of corruption would extinguish the flame faster!
And so…
as the thorny knight vowed to rid all life.
his benevolence became adorned by the concept of nihilism, or uselessness.
and to boot it all up even further…
he'd corrupt the corrupted and force them to bless the flame bearers even if he himself desired for both the flame and the void to be erased, he wouldn't settle for a peaceful end for the both of the existences.
after all, if you got contaminated with a virus and it started to attack other diseases or other of its pathogenic kin.
you'd quickly realize that you're undergoing, Virotherapy…
How, Virulent.
This was benevolence.
This was what he decided to be, a judge he was...
This is the will of the thorny knight, it was to without bias, extinguish the void. And to fill the flame with lethargy.
The Thorn was going to hone its concept and fall above in the flame whilst corrupting the void and extinguished the flame.
It was going to fall in reverse, and unbiasly destroy because he was thorn, and thorns don't choose who they pierce.
finally, with certainty and a purpose, the corrupted, nightmare creature.. found its goal.
Cure The Uncorrupted, Kill The Living, Protect The Dead, Corrupt the Corrupted.